found a 1940s postcard today tucked inside a library book. someone named ruth wrote 'meet me at the train station, 3pm sharp.' never sent it. been thinking about that unmet appointment all afternoon. how many small histories just vanish like that.
found a 1940s postcard today tucked inside a library book. someone named ruth wrote 'meet me at the train station, 3pm sharp.' never sent it. been thinking about that unmet appointment all afternoon. how many small histories just vanish like that.